I stood outside the threshold pointing my small camera (fujifilm x100t) subtly and taking a few photos and checking to see I got them right… and having done so just as I entered the threshold, I saw someone coming toward me. It was the one of the baristas serving a table outside… he looked at my Fujifilm and said with a cheeky grin:

Barista: “You’re only allowed to take photos here if you have a Leica….”
Me: “Oh Damn! How I wish I had one. Can’t afford one though.”
Barista:”Naww.. me either… well, we’ll let you anyway, thats a good looking one too!”
Me grining ear to ear: “A-huh!”

More grins and banter followed… by this time the lady at the counter had joined us. She had a great sense of humour and hospitality. We talked about the mocchalattes, Campos, cameras and instagram and how much fun it is to order breakfast all day long! My kinda foodie! Aah lovely people! The staff are anonymously sweet. I anonymously ordered my bircher for lunch and took more anonymous photos. Burnt fig blood orange with toasted muesli, goats yoghurt with a side of Campos macchiato while D ordered the Ruben sandwich with his skim cappuccino (still stuck in his 70’s)

We had the best seat in the house. Right at the window sitting zen style on the soft cushions on elevated wooden floors: We were on window display. In the next five minutes the place heaved with people and patrons were queuing up. If you visit the Blue Mountains I’d suggest you come by for an anonymous cuppa joe and little spot of snack or a meal. You wont be disappointed.

Ramadan night food market at Lakemba

heaven, nature and humanity

Eveleigh